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#68 - Ross Lynch

God I have had this in my head for so long and I most definitely want to write this in the future/yet another adaptation of a previous scenario omGDJTJTJFIFUEHROTNKASPXNTIDB

Ross Lynch

"Holy crap, you've got it," I gasped. "Oh shit-oh my god- I'm so close..oh my-"

A rectangle of light appeared on the ground, partly filled by two heads. There was a feminine gasp. "Oh my gosh!"

I looked up, the high that I reached came tumbling down upon the sight of both of my parents stood at the doorway whilst I got blown. "Oh shit."

I pushed the girl's head away and laid on my front, Rocky appearing at the door. He laughed, snapping a photo. "This is legendary."

Grace Cooper

I brought my hand to my mouth, supressing the dramatic gasp I produced. "Mom, shut up! That did not happen!"

"It did! Rocky apparently took a photo of it. But it was his last chance before they kicked him out, and he threw a party."

"Oh no," I stirred my tea calmly. "Where did Ross go then?"

She giggled, and right then I knew she was stalling. "You know.."

"Mom, where is Ross?" I pressed.

"In London.." She whispered. "On the way to your house."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Because you get along!"

"Mom, last time I flew to America, I slapped Ross and then kicked him down the stairs." I sighed. "I cannot host a fuckboy in my house. With school and whatnot, I don't have time to babysit him."

"And you won't. He is going to be applying for a job and already applied to university, so he'll pay rent and chip in with the home expenses." Mom replied. "He's a tad more bearable than he was last year, Grace."

The doorbell (of doom) rang. Whilst Mom chuckled with excitement, I mentally cried. "I have to go, and welcome him, sadly."

"Be nice!" She chimed, hanging up.

I forced myself downstairs, towards the front door. Like always, he greeted me with a cheeky smirk, only today it was adorned by a lip ring. "Grace, friend!"

"Ross!" I replied with mock excitement. "Get in, it's cold outside."

"And in your heart too, apparently." He muttered. I glared at him. "What, you haven't seen me in a year and this is how you react?"

"Last time we were in the same house, I pushed you down the stairs."

"Details, details! Come here." He hugged me rather tightly, which I enjoyed. Hugs are me weakness, especially because he smelt great. "Ah, I can't believe I'm about so say this but, I missed you."

"Me too, shockingly." I smiled. "Right, let's move from the doorway because the ground floor is rented to somebody else. Our area is upstairs."

"Sweet." He shrugged, passing me one of his suitcases. I dragged it up the stairs, despite it being as heavy as me.

"You do realise that we have stores in London too?"

"Well yeah, but I have essentials with me too." He adjusted his snapback. What a fuckboy.

"So, what brings you to iconic London Town? Or my humble abode." I grabbed my cuppa, watching him slide on his glasses. He glared at me through the lenses. "What?"

"You know damn well what happened."

"I don't." I lied.

He set his jaw and huffed. "I threw a party and my parents walked in on me getting a blowjob-"

It was too much to handle; I spat the tea I was drinking into the sink, dying with laughter. "My day has actually been made-"

"Grace! Grace!" Emma's voice echoed throughout the house. Ross looked at me terrified, but then shrugged, searching the cupboards for food. "I have a code red. So, I hooked up with a guy but panicked and left and forgot my underwear - who's this?"

She pointed at Ross gobsmacked. He smiled, advancing to her and kissing her hand. "I'm Ross, and you are."

She muttered absolute gibberish.

"That's my friend Emma." I snapped her back to reality. "This is my new roommate, Ross. Ignore him and keep talking, he was caught getting a blowjob by his parents."

Emma shrieked with laughter, but stopped when he rolled his eyes at us both. "I'll be unpacking if you need me."

"Good idea," I replied. "we apparently have something big to talk about. Now, this underwear."